Suicide has met my soul left me tattered left me...

The knife falls soundlessly
To the hard wood ground...

We're not rebellious
We don't belong to them...

Every time i want to hide
My soul starts to cry...

Time passes
life fade...

I spilt this blood for you all over this hard wood...
but it doesnt matter cause here come some more for...

I wish that you could hear
me drowning in my tears...

Now that you gone i cry everyday my heart is...
Eric i hope that u hear this and no how much we...

I need someone to help me though
its sad but true...